Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.